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I now have to wreck this blog and start over.  I have accidentally marked all my friends’ comments as spam.  You will never be able to comment again.

Ah well.  There wasn’t much here, anyway.

Since Shawn introduced me to the beauty and joy of hand-pulled chinese noodles last weekend, I just can’t get enough.  I stalked down to chinatown for lunch and got a bucket A BUCKET of noodles with two big slabs of fried pork chop for $5.00.  Ah yeah.

I had my first-ever NYC street food today.  I got a huge, drippy gyro from a cart run by two Greek guys on the corner near my building.  It was $4.00, and well worth it.  I am probably a coward for having waited so long to buy food from a cart here.  In Spain, it only took me about a day to break into the street food vendors… and that’s a country that just leaves pig legs lying around all day.

Also, there will soon be a roving cupcake truck in NYC very soon.

http://www.cupcakestop.com

I think it’s cute how people still think that those “Venus” figurines from stone-age excavations are fertility icons.

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-sci-venus14-2009may14,0,181830.story

They seem to think that humans are better than they are, and that some bored hunter, sitting around carving hunks of animal bones into shapes is NOT just carving an image of a woman with huge boobs.  I mean, what else would he do?

For a modern interpretation, I give you the Armani Exchange ad that is currently plastered all over NYC(which is, itself, also not a fertility icon), and I can’t help be fascinated by:

That dude in the background has an ass like an elephant!  Bam!